The trouble with Ravenclaws, Scorpius thought, as he glowered from the Slytherin table in the Great Hall at Henry "Tall-Dark-and-Mysterious" Chang chatting with Rose Weasley, is that they read enough to know how to be flirtatious.

Scorpius wasn't studious; he got by on cleverness and luck, but it was Quidditch that he loved—and Rose Weasley, not that it mattered.

Weasley hates Quidditch. I don't stand a chance, he thought dispiritedly, as he left the hall—purposefully avoiding the Gryffindors.

"Right, I think you've made him jealous enough, Rose," Henry said. "Perhaps it's time that you put him out of his misery?"